CHAPTER 55: SOPHIA’S PARENTS

Kael’s POV

That day... I wasn’t sure what came over me and we ended up in bed. I lost control, and I knotted her. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. What I remember afterword was chaos. Sophia was bleeding heavily and in excruciating pain. I rushed her to the nearest hospital.

The doctor said she was barely saved and was lucky. That a hybrid surviving the knot of a high-rank Alpha was almost unheard of, but there were few rare exceptions in the past where hybrids survived the knot and even conceived a child for the powerful Alphas.

Sophia was one of them, rare and fortunate. Maybe her mother’s pure blood trait had saved her.

And then, she ended up conceiving our child. But before Sophia could even share the good news with me, that bitch Eira shot her.

When Sophia was saved and admitted to the hospital, it was the doctor who told me that Sophia was pregnant, but she had lost her child.

I was stunned at first, then overwhelmed with a crushing anger. Because I knew that was my child.

When Sophia finally woke up, the very first thing she asked me was about our baby. And when I told her the truth, she broke down, tears spilling as she whispered apologies for not being able to save our child.

I had no words left. I could only swallow the bitterness of loss and curse that bitch for tearing apart my world—for taking away my parents, my family, and even my child.

"Kael?" her soft voice brought me back to my senses. "What are you thinking? That... how it would have been if we hadn’t lost our child?" She asked.

I gave a silent nod. The grief sat too heavy on my chest to speak.

"I think about it too," she murmured. "Don’t worry. Once I’m healed, we’ll try again." She offered a small smile. "I survived your knot once, so I can do it again. Remember, my mother’s a pureblood—I’m still a strong hybrid."

"Sure," I replied, not wanting to upset her.

But deep inside, I knew—I wouldn’t put Sophia through that again and make her bleed the way she did that night.

I already have someone who can do the work of breeding—that bitch Eira. Once she gave me a child, Sophia and I will raise it together as our own child.

That bitch caused that loss to us, so she will make up for it.

She will cry to see how her child is being raised by some other woman while she was nobody to her own child.

My gaze darkened. ’Or maybe she won’t even be alive to see it.’

Spending some time with Sophia, I returned to office.

Entire time my mind played Sophia’s reaction about the past incident and made me wonder if she was even sure about what she was saying.

But for now I wish to let it slide given it must be because of her weak condition and hazy mind caused by the overload of medicines to survive and lying in the hospital bed for the past six years.

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Jason’s POV

After a late lunch, Roman went back to that bitch—and of course, we couldn’t stop him. She was going to devour all of his time now.

Lucian, Rafe, and I sat down to discuss security matters, all for the sake of protecting that bitch. It wouldn’t be long before someone tried to get their hands on her, and we had to be prepared.

The intercom rang. Lucian picked it up, listening in silence before his expression twisted in irritation.

"Let them in," he said, then hung up.

I caught on immediately. "They’re here?"

Lucian gave a curt nod, clearly displeased. "What else?"

"If it weren’t for Kael, I’d have drained both their bodies of that rotten blood," Rafe muttered as he got to his feet. "But whatever, I’m out. Can’t handle more of this bullshit today."

Just then, Roman returned, carrying an empty tray.

"Who’s coming?" he asked, setting the tray down.

"Sophia’s parents," I replied, eyeing the clean plate in his hands. "She ate everything?"

Roman gave a low hum. "Looks like she enjoys our chef Lucian’s cooking."

"Tell her I made it and you’ll see her throw it all up," Lucian scoffed. "Like an ungrateful bitch she is."

Roman ignored him and turned to Rafe, who was already walking toward his room.

"Rafe."

"What now?" Rafe glanced back, eyes narrowing at the tray. "Don’t tell me you want me to clean the dish that bitch ate from. Ask her to do it herself."

Roman exhaled slowly, trying to keep calm. "I want you to keep watch on the side-house and on her, instead of going to your room."

"So I’m her damn watchdog now?" Rafe sneered.

"I wouldn’t have asked, but none of these two will go to her. And I can’t trust them around Sophia’s parents either. There’s a high chance to see their dead bodies lying on the floor just because two mad wolves lost their temper," Roman explained.

"Alright!" Rafe snapped, though reluctantly, and headed toward the side-house.

Just like Roman, Rafe didn’t trust our temper either.

Roman placed the tray on the kitchen counter, and by that time, Sophia’s parents had already arrived at the front entrance of the house.

Bruce and Meryl walked into the drawing room. That arrogant old bitch strutted in like she was some goddess from another realm—elegant, poised, and unbearably smug. Her self-importance was suffocating.

’God save us from this hellishly annoying woman or I might just end up sending her back to you.’ I heard Lucian say.

We could still tolerate that bitch Eira—at least she had the decency to keep her mouth shut. But this one? Ugh. A walking migraine.

"Mr. and Mrs. Katz," Roman greeted them politely.

He was doing it for Kael’s sake, we all knew that. But beneath the surface, he was just as irritated like us—he just happened to be better at pretending otherwise.

Lucian and I stood up out of sheer formality.

Bruce gave a nod in response. Meryl, on the other hand, barely acknowledged us with a hum as her eyes swept across the grand, drawing room, inspecting everything like it was her own home.

"You four live here with Kael," she said, her voice laced with condescension. "This would’ve been my daughter’s home by now—living like a queen with her mate."

Lucian and I exchanged a glance.

And there it was.

She had opened her damn old mouth, just as irritating as ever.

"Bruce should keep her mouth busy with wrinkly cock so she’ll talk less," Lucian muttered under his breath.

I smirked, leaning slightly toward him. "Even his stinky cock must’ve refused to enter that annoying mouth of hers," I whispered back.

Roman clearly heard us and shot a brief glare in our direction before shifting his attention back to them.